Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Television,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.